PITTSBURGH CHRISTMAS

Joseph Lisowski

The streets is empty.
A coupla lights here an' there.
It ain't like it usta be.
No snow. No ice. No kids.
No kisses.

I look outa my window
at the cemetery. One big tree
is risin' outa the darkness.
Flat. Like a old postcard.

Empty air all around.
No stars. No reindeer.
No sled.